The white Nova

In the southern reaches of the world, where the luminous radiance of the brightest star suffuses the land, lies the Nova Kingdom—a shining gem among the ten great nations of the southern continent. Esteemed worldwide, it holds a revered place among the top forty kingdoms upon the vast tapestry of civilization. For over thirteen centuries, the Nova Kingdom has flourished under the benevolent gaze of its royal family, a lineage meticulously guided by the divine grace of Vol, the star god worshipped fervently by its people. His celestial luminescence illuminates the night sky, casting a sacred glow that is both protector and promise.

The legend of the Nova Kingdom is indelibly marked by its founder, Lucian Nova. A young rebel with a restless spirit, Lucian was once a wanderer whose destiny changed one fateful night as he meditated under the shimmering gaze of the brightest star in the southern hemisphere. Enveloped in a cocoon of divine energy, he was graced with the sacred presence of Vol himself. From that pivotal moment, Lucian dubbed the star "the White Nova," a beacon that would symbolize his people's aspirations and strength. With passion igniting his resolve, he raised his banner high and took upon himself the name derived from the star god—von Nova, a testament to the celestial favor that adorned his lineage, thus commencing a dynasty destined to endure for over a millennium.

At the helm of this illustrious tradition is the current sovereign, Augustine von Nova—one of the southern continent's eight formidable warriors, a knight of unparalleled mystic prowess. Yet, amidst his military achievements, a shadow loomed over his rule. Augustine, with three daughters from noble bloodlines, found himself longing for a male heir. As fate would weave yet another twist, news arrived of a fourth child on the way—a daughter, as his royal physician decreed, or so he believed.

Unlike the other mothers, each of whom hailed from esteemed noble families, the mother of this expected child was a palace maid named Anna. She had tended to the queen mother during her waning moments, fostering a bond that would alter the course of a royal lineage. On a frigid winter's night, after spending hours at his mother's side, Augustine found himself captivated by Anna's beauty, and in a moment of vulnerability, they shared an illicit embrace that would irrevocably seal their fates and became one of his concubines.

The very physician sworn to protect the royal bloodline, Howard, along with loyal subordinates loyal to the kingdom's stability, observed the unfolding circumstances with discerning eyes. They harbored fears that the king's other wives and rival factions, should they discover Anna's pregnancy, would not hesitate to conspire against the unborn child. Thus, they committed a grave deception, preying upon poor Augustine's hopes. When he inquired about the child, Howard responded with a tactful fabric of lies: "Your Highness, you will soon welcome another daughter." Though the news muddied the waters of the throne, Augustine was resigned to his misfortune; he was aging, and the kingdom's stability teetered on the precipice of uncertainty, with factions waiting eagerly to seize any opportunity to wrest control.

The true nature of the royal lineage remained shrouded in shadows until nine long months later, in the quiet corridors of the palace, as Anna faced the throes of labor. Meanwhile, burdened with the weight of governance, Augustine found himself engrossed in a meeting with the kingdom's Senate. It was a significant gathering, featuring the influential powers of the realm—five dukes, several counts, commanders, archbishops, and the strident leaders of the merchant guilds—discussing pressing matters, including the treachery of Duke Drake Avin's younger brother, Count Thomas Avin a former high rank member of the kingdom's intelligence organization the argent order , who had absconded with various clandestine state secrets.

As Augustine deliberated the intricacies of betrayal, Howard entered the chamber, apprehensive and breathless, kneeling before the king and the council with a palpable sense of dread. "Your Highness," he stammered, fear etching his words, "I know my actions may be perceived as treasonous, and I fear for my life, but I beg you to listen. My intentions were solely for the prosperity of the Nova Kingdom. The child you believed to be a girl… is not.

Your Highness, I... I beg your understanding. I have done this for the greater good of the kingdom."

The king's eyes narrowed. "Explain, Howard."

"I... I lied about the child," the physician stammered. "It's a boy, Your Highness."

 Lady Anna has just given birth, and it is a son." The audacity of the revelation struck the room into silent shock, and Augustus rose, authority crackling in the air.

Howard, advancing with trembling resolve and hesitation the physician Howard moves closer to the king and slowly in a whispering voice to the king "your.r. highness t. I truly feared for the child's safety as he may have not seen the light of day had I told you or others of this that the child was a boy , as you have many enemies within and outside these walls,many who would not like to see you with an heir ".

In a nearby chamber eavesdropping, the first wife, first Queen Elsie Blackwood —whose maternal family is one of the five noble duke houses the Blackwood's —clamored in disbelief. Just days before, she learned from her own physician that she carried a male child. Pregnant with the hope of a prince, she had eavesdropped on the Senate's discourse and hoped to interrupt them with such news but now sat frozen, a tempest of emotions brewing within. Her diligent maid stood beside her, attempting to quell the tempest of despair building in her heart.

Meanwhile, back in the Senate chamber, Howard's voice droned on as he offered the final detail before seeking a retreat: "Lady Anna has delivered a healthy first prince, James Alexander von Nova, Your Grace."

Scene 2 shifts to the birth of James Alexander von Nova, a boy with striking white hair and penetrating blue eyes—the embodiment of his father's hopes. As he wails his first cries into the world a child seeing the world for the first time or so everybody thought For within the cradle lies Nathaniel Pendragon, the bastard son of Grand Emperor Maximus Pendragon of the Draconian Empire—one of the most powerful nations on the world.

Nathaniel, raised in a world of disdain and neglect, sought only the love and acknowledgment of the father who cast him aside. A loyal knight forged in the fires of adversity, a bastard child who indured great tribulations more then any of the imperials have,forging himself into a stoic figure ,a pebble who grew into a mountain for years he saw nothing but gruesome war but he was ever eager to prove himself worthy of his father to prove that he too was the blood of the dragon from a lowly squire the warrior Nathaniel grew into a towering figure reaching the early stages of divine rank knight and served as a central figure one of the five divine rank knight of the empire, 

 He devoted his life to the Imperial Army, yearning for a chance to stand alongside his legitimate siblings and family, whose disdain echoed in the halls of power. But jealousy seethed among them—his half-brother crown prince Alfred perceived Nathaniel's emerging talent as an affront, a bitter result of fortune's cruelty.

A bastard child who had grown out of his station ,in nathaniel quest for family approval and recognition he had grown into a figure that threatened the very foundation of the empire ,one which many vie for the throne itself and none saw this more clearly then his pure blood siblings and their maternal families.

Without a moment's notice they plotted against the unsuspecting nathaniel who loyalty was rewarded with a great dagger in the back ,betrayal by his brother and it was with the emperor's permission no less 

loyalty met betrayal, and Nathaniel lamented his unjust demise—struck down not by a worthy adversary, but by the hands of blood with which he shared his fate—a blade in the back a death unworthy of a knight commander's s honor. And while bitterness coursed through his veins the anger for vengeance, relief followed; free from a world that had shown him nothing but disdain, he longed for peace in the void.

Yet fate is a cruel artist, and as Nathaniel opened his eyes in this new reality, he beheld a luminous world—a status message ignited before him: *"The Star God Vol, weakened by the emergence of new divinities, grants you his treasured wish: You are to remake the Nova Kingdom, to forge it into one of the world's strongest realms. You, once a figure of legend, are offered a second chance at life. Grow powerful, reclaim your vengeance against those who wronged you."* 

Thus begins the odyssey of James Alexander von Nova, the true scion of a legacy forged anew—an adventure steeped in the echoes of betrayal, the flames of ambition, and the longing for retribution etched against the celestial backdrop of destiny.